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°¡¼ö: Dion Dimucci



Through nights of irresponsibility and a lack of self-control

I feared the friends I ran with, but I loved to live the role

Five of us in Levi jeans who passed on basketball

We all lived on Presley's 45s and were beckoned to the call

Every night was Halloween when they picked me up at eight

We raced the moon to madness before midnight made our bate

Drinking beer and smoking burned-Out butts till the Camels killed our lungs

The liquor sent us spinning out and brought a thickness to our tongues.

Chorus:

Roamin' in the halls

Rackin' up the balls

Climbln' up the walls

Don't you hear the calls

Lookin' for a place to hang

The Midtown American Main Street Gang

An aiternoon of boredom was cured by a quarter and a cue

Stealing things form the counter top when there was nothing else to do

Bobby knocked up Sheri, we ushered him out one day

And Dave and Johnny took the buddy system and they went the Army way

Two stolen cars took Larry, he got three to five for each

I came to grips with growin' up, but it's still too far to reach

The memory's old and the story's told in all the songs that Presley sang

Are you puttin' me on, is the DA gone, like the Midtown American Main Street Gang?

Repeat Chorus



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MIDTOWN AMERICAN MAIN STREET GANG
Dion Dimucci



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